I am not your failure, Obi-Wan.

Your husband pressed against your front, pinning you to the bed. His hands roamed the contours of your body, his lips pressed needy, wanting to be kissed over your face and neck, pulling soft whimpers out of you.

Want pooled in your belly, overflowing as he worshiped you with every touch. The need for him grew and grew until finally you'd had enough of the light touches and gentle caresses.

With steady hands, you pushed him aside, rolling you both over and asserting yourself as the one in charge.

"My dear-" Your husband starts only for you to cut him off with a single finger pressed to his kiss-bitten lips.

"Vlad, don't argue," you admonish, and he quietly holds his hands up as if to say, "do as you like."

Ever so slowly, you kiss and nip your way from his lips, over his broad chest, and to the place your mouth craves to taste. Deft fingers untie Vlad's trousers, and soon you are faced with his hardened cock. Just looking at him laid bare before you had your mouth salivating and throat constricting.

Carefully, you grasp him with your hand and give him a slow tug, and watch as the muscles in his abdomen contract. "You're always so sensitive when I touch you." The thought comes out absentmindedly.

You adjust yourself, crawling from his lap to your new place on the floor. The rug beneath you digs into your knees, a delightful kind of burn that heightens your pleasure.

Vlad is watching you carefully, propped up on his elbows. You glance at him through lidded eyes, mouth hovering over his flustered member. "Let me take care of you tonight, my Prince," your voice all sultry and desire.

Without hesitation, you let a string of spit fall from your open mouth onto Vlad's waiting cock. You smile when it twitches excitedly in your hand. Slowly, you move your hand, spreading the saliva over his smooth, hot skin. Vlad's hips stutter at the feeling.

"Fuck-," he breathes, a hand combing its way through his hair.

A pang of want hits you when you finally descend your mouth upon him, tongue scorching hot against his shaft and his tip before consuming him entirely. He filled you, hitting the back of your throat.

A moan erupts from deep within your chest as you taste him, salty but not unbearable. You look through your lashes at him; he's flushed, redness covers his cheeks, neck, and chest, and you know he won't last long.

At a leisurely, almost torturous pace, you began to bob your head. Up and down, up and down. The action brings a whimper to your husband's lips, and it may be the most leg-clenching sound you have ever heard; you want him to do it again. So, you bury your face into him, taking him as deep as you can, resisting the urge to gag, and you swallow around him.

Vlad's hand flies to your head, large and warm, and he holds you there, stopping you from pulling away. "Beloved, I- ah- I can't," he chokes out.

Gently, you reach above you, pull his hand from your hair, and pin it to the bed. Now free, you return to your prior movements with vigor. Spit dribbling down your chin as you hollow your cheeks around him.

You can feel that he's close with how his hips canter up into your waiting mouth. Selfishly, you don't want him to come just yet. So, you remove yourself from him and begin to kiss and nip at his muscular thighs.

Slowly, you remove your hand from his wrist and bring it to his cock. With feather-light fingers, you caress him, sending a shiver up his spine.

"I love how you feel against me. In my mouth, my hand, my cunt. I can't get enough," you murmur against his skin before biting the meat of his inner thigh. Vlad lets out the most wrecked moan you have ever heard. Pulling away, you can see the mark you've made, bright and blushing against his creamy white skin, and you can help but grin.

Your husband is a mess above you, hands gripping the sheets, head tossing as you bring your mouth back to his cock. The moment the heat hits him, he thrusts into your mouth in an uncontrollable fit, gasping out curses.

He's right on the edge, tipping over, as you suck on him, running your tongue against the underside of his cock. You can't help but groan as both his hands find their way into your hair this time, pushing you further than you ever had. You feel it then, the twitching, the telltale sign that he's there, just moments away from giving you what you want. With one final, hungry suck, he's letting go.

The sounds he's making are like music to your ears, loud and vulnerable and meant just for you… only for you.

Your fingers dig into his legs, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents and scratches as you swallow every ounce of his come.

Pulling off, you climbed over him, grinning as you began to kiss his lips. His tongue presses into your mouth, coaxing a sweet sigh from you.

Vlad pulls away, the fingers of his right hand petting your cheek. "Oh, the things you do to me."

"What's that?"